Mari saw Remy's throat work as he swallowed hard, but he nodded. She thought she detected the sheen of tears in his eyes, though they might have been in her own. "I love you, Marina Bell - soon to be Rocher. Give me your hand."
Still laying beneath her, his semi-hard c**k still inside her, he shifted. The extra fullness was not perfectly comfortable, but it didn't hurt and she merely adjusted her legs to accommodate his added girth. She continued to gaze down into his beloved eyes.
"I'm guessing you've already read up on what to expect." He grinned at her as he reached out with his other hand and pulled a silk scarf from the nightstand drawer. She smiled back at the memory of what they'd used those scarves for just the night before.
"Of course. Occupational hazard of being a librarian.
